“Humans are vulnerable, because theyre capable of being hurt.”

Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.

What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the big deed.

You’re a psychopath.” “i prefer creative.

Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)

If i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.

All this time i’ve hated myself for it. I thought i’d given it up for nothing. But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.

If i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.

They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

Listen, patch, i dont want to be rude, but sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.

When i’m wasted, i can almost forget who i am,” he said, his smile fading slightly. “i know i’m still there, but only barely. It’s a good place to be.” he tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead

If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “because i feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.

Your past wouldnt frighten me, i said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. Im guessing id be more appalled than anything.

You should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.

There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. Chase him down? How? The neon has a flat. With your own two feet! You mean exercise?

Call me patch. I mean it. Call me.

Only something as insane as human beings would ever asked themselves if ‘I’m good.’ You don’t find oak trees having existential crisis. ‘I feel so rotten about myself. I don’t produce as much acorns as the one next to me.’

Retreat is a response to the call of the heart-that call which beckons us toward reality, to the truth of our being, to that which is truly sane, really real and liberating …

The true heart of all human beings is the lover of what is.

I just want to do whatever makes me happy…Like being totally conscious. Laughing is, like, my favorite thing to do. Being with friends, having fun…being a bit daft.

Do not rely completely on any other human being, however dear. We meet all life’s greatest tests alone.

Living is a form of not being sure, not know what next or how… The artists never entirely knows.

To have given pleasure to one human being is a recollection that sweetens life.

Men who have sacrifice their well-being, and even their lives, for the cause of truth or the public good, are, from an empirical point of view – which scorn (“fait fi”, Fr.) virtue and altruism – regarded as insane or fools; but, from a moral standpoint, they are heros who do honour (“qui honorent”, Fr.) humanity.